A Haunted Crime
Chapter 12: The Awakening
The house seemed smaller and less spooky in the daylight. No voices were heard and there were no feelings that someone was watching. It was way past one minute, more like ten, but Andy looked so happy Greg couldn't bring himself to tell her it was time to leave. Try as he might, Greg could not keep his eyes off of her. Her long brown hair flowing with every movement she made, her bright green eyes locking with his for moments at a time, a smile never leaving her face. Before Greg could control what he was doing, one hand was on her waist, one hand was on her cheek and his lips were locked on hers. He half expected her to push him away, but when she returned the kiss, his hand moved from her waist to her back and pushed her closer to him.
"I'm sorry." Greg said after breaking the kiss. "I'm not normally so forward."
"Do I look like I'm running for the hills?" She said with a smile. Greg returned the smile and went in for another kiss. She put her hand over his mouth. "Hold your horses their lover boy. Save some for later. We still got a basement to photograph." She removed her hand from his lips and started walking in the general direction of the basement.
They followed the familiar route to the basement. Knowing exactly which door lead to the steps Andy walked right up to the door and started to descend the steps before Greg even turned the corner to the hall.
"ANDY, wait." Greg called out, jogging to where she stopped at his request. He squeezed past her in the dark stairwell and took the lead down the steps.
"Hey Greg" Andy said following a few steps behind Greg.
"Yeah?" Greg called out as he felt around in the dark.
"There's a door at the bottom, make sure you don't run into it or anything." Andy said with a smile Greg couldn't see, but could hear in her voice.
"Ha ha ha." Greg said sarcastically. He found the doorknob and started wiggling it.
"What's wrong?" Andy said feeling panic creeping up her chest.
"It's locked!" Greg said wiggling the doorknob more.
"What?!" Andy pushed past Greg to give it a try herself. She reached out and turned the doorknob with ease. The door opened and the light from the windows close to the ceiling shed light on just how close they were standing, and the devilish smirk on Greg's face.
"Oops." Greg said sarcastically, looking directly in her eyes.
"Watch your back Sanders." Andy said with a smirk that mirrored Greg's. She walked out into the basement when she stopped in her tracks at an unwanted familiar sound.
BANG…
"What is that?" Andy said covering her ears with her hands. She looked around as if the answer was going to be obvious.
BANG…
"Where is that coming from?" Andy said frustrated. She started to walk but froze when the noise grew louder.
BANG…
"Andy, come here." Greg yelled. He held out a hand and tried to grab her shirt but she started walking down the large walkway looking for answers.
BANG…
"ANDY!" Greg yelled over the noise and started to follow her. Andy took a sharp right turn down another walkway, but when Greg made the same turn Andy was nowhere to be found. Panic rose in Greg's chest. He called out for her but there was no way she would be able to hear him over the loud mysterious noise. He walked down several isles, hating himself for letting her out of his sight.
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Several minutes had past since the noise started and Andy was no closer to finding out what or where the noise was coming from. She was walking down one of the isles when the noise stopped just as quickly as it started. "Dammit." Andy said aloud to herself. Her ears were ringing from the sudden absence of noise. "Greg." She called out hoping he was near by. The house was less spooky when he was around. "Gregory...SANDERS!" Andy stood very still to listen to the room but pure silence surrounded her. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed the number for Greg's cell phone. It rang about 4 times before he picked up.
"Where the hell are you?" Greg asked sounding stressed.
"Relax, home boy I'm fine. I'm not exactly sure where I am in this country of a basement though…umm," Andy looked around for a possible way to explain where she was when she saw the perfect landmark. "Oh, meet me by that fridge we found the other day."
"Well, I'm already there so I'll wait for you." Greg said
"I don't see you?" Andy asked
"I'm standing right in front of the fridge." Greg answered
"Okay this is weird. I'm standing in front of the fridge." Andy said
"There must be two refrigerators down here." Greg suggested opening the fridge door. Andy jumped back and bumped into the shelf near the fridge, knocking off a glass vase, which shattered onto the floor.
"Holy shit!" Greg said startled.
"Are you okay?" Andy asked still shaken up herself.
"Yeah, it's just the shelf next to the fridge shook and a glass vase shattered. It scared me that's all." Greg said running a hand through his hair.
"I just bumped into the shelf near the fridge…the fridge door just opened by itself." Andy said confused "It scared me."
"Andy, I just opened the fridge door."
"What the hell is going on?"
